Chapter One Hundred and Ten

Chapter One Hundred and Ten

Travis pov

Annabelle sat on her soft sofa. The ambience of her home was by far better than mine. I sat on the chair and I knew it was a quality chair. Everything in her house was just perfectly put together.

“Why do you want to see my son? You want to kill him again?” Annabelle gazed at me from the side.

“Why are you talking like this? You know I had and can never have a hand in hurting Johnson. I’m sorry, I know you have lost your trust in me.”

She stood up and took some steps away from me, “Follow me.”

I stood up and packed some of the toys and the snacks I got for Johnson and followed after her.

We walked up the stairs and approached a beautifully decorated room. “Wow, you've done a great job so far.” I commended her.

She opened his room door and Johnson was sleeping peacefully on his bed. He looked way better than the last time I saw him.

We sauntered into the room to avoid waking him up.

“He looks way better,” I said, nodded my head and walked clo